Chapter Twenty: Roses and Love The End of This Volume

  Jiang Zhun told me: "The one just now was a third-year high school girl I tutored last year, and it seems she got accepted into your school. Her name is Lu Yinxue."

  "Oh, you don't need to explain so much..." I paused, raising an eyebrow, "Lu Yin Xue?"

  This name is really familiar.

  Isn't that the frail little junior who, on the first day of school, carried three large bags and looked pitiful, asking me to help her move back to the dormitory and then gave me a box of cookies?

  I couldn't help but think, if I meet again in the future, should I pretend not to know him?

  "Do you know him?" Jiang Zhun asked.

  I chuckled and said, "I helped her carry her luggage."

  Jiang nodded and put down his phone: "Auntie wants to invite you out for a meal."

  "Ah? No need, no need." I hastily waved my hand, laughing. Just now, looking at Shen Aunt's attitude, it was as if she regarded me as her niece-in-law. If we go eat another meal, who knows what Shen Aunt will think of next.

  Although Auntie Shen gives me a feeling of being like my mom, however... I really can't take her nagging anymore!

  "Are you afraid of being misunderstood by your aunt?" Jiang Zhun smiled.

  My face stiffened for a moment, I didn't realize I was being so obvious?

  Jiang Zhun said again: "You don't have to worry." I was just letting out a breath, and then I heard him say: "No need to misunderstand, it's all true."

  What!

  What a fact!

  I was stunned.

  Jiang Zhun leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, chuckling: "Ling Ling, you've seen everything, aren't you going to take responsibility?"

  I: "!!"

  "Did you see it clearly?"

  "No, no, nothing! I didn't see anything!"

  "Ah——" Jiang Zhen dragged out the sound, "What a pity."

  I: “……”

  I'm going, but before that, why did I think this person was elegant and refined? It turns out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing!

  "Cough, cough." I lowered my eyes. "Since you want to settle this account with me, I also want to make things clear with you. At the old Tang residence, you slapped me once and pushed me down the stairs, causing irreparable harm to my heart. Can that be written off?"

  Jiang's eyes flashed with a hint of light, and he smiled: "Hmmm, so that's how it is... In that case, I'll offer myself to you, what do you say?"

  What the heck! Not how!

  I shrank back, raised my hand and pointed at the door: "This young lady is going to rest, you may take your leave."

  "I'm leaving." Jiang Zhun seemed to be in a good mood, put away the bowl and chopsticks, and then walked away with a swagger.

  I didn't relax until I heard the sound of the door closing.

  To be honest, not everyone can remain calm when faced with a confession from someone as good-looking as Jiang Zhen, and I'm no exception.

  It's just that every time I want to make a move, there's a voice in my heart shouting desperately - Don't rush into answering!

  It's Autumn Girl.

  She said: "Girl, don't easily give your emotions away."

  It's probably the lingering effect of that lip gloss, so I can always feel Autumn's presence hovering around me. Although currently I don't think this aura has any malicious intent, but when it comes to Autumn, this "beautiful snake", what can be said for sure?

  I got out of bed, went to the bathroom first, and then walked to the window and opened it. Warm wind blew in from outside, I took a deep breath and found that today was surprisingly one of H City's rare good weather days. In the distance were rows of high-rise buildings, and further away was a hazy mountain range.

  After appreciating the scenery for a while, just about to close the window, suddenly a beautiful scene burst into view.

  Outside the hospital, Jiang Zhun's figure quickly ran out. A girl was holding flowers and waiting for him. After meeting, they exchanged a few words, the girl stuffed the bouquet into his arms, shouted something, then covered her mouth and turned to run away.

  I raised an eyebrow, is this crying?

  Jiang Zhun seemed to have called out to her, but she didn't respond. He turned around and walked over to the trash can, holding the bouquet up as if comparing it to the trash, before withdrawing his hand again.

  I closed the window and lay back in bed.

  Just as I was about to close my eyes and take a nap, my phone suddenly rang, it was an unread message.

  It was opened, but it was sent by Wu Fan - "You haven't been to class for several days, what's wrong?"

  I was stunned for a moment, and my fingers had already subconsciously pressed the reply button. After some thought, I still replied with a sentence - Nothing, just some private matters.

  Wu Fan quickly replied: "What's going on?"

  I froze, slightly stunned in my heart. What is he doing? Didn't he already confess to Shang Jin? Thinking of this, I immediately closed my phone and threw it aside.

  Before long, Jiang returned with a bouquet of flowers in his hand and inserted them at the head of the bed, smiling: "I think this white rose suits you."

  "Get lost." I said with my eyes closed, in a righteous and confident tone.

  "Hey, what's wrong with you? Don't waste money like that."

  I laughed: "It's not my money being wasted, I don't care."

  "Hmph..." Jiang Zhun suddenly laughed, "Did you all see that? Are you jealous? I said this rose suits you, with its thorns and subtle yet charming beauty."

  I didn't say anything, too lazy to bother with him.

  Jiang Zhen poked at the rose, sighed and said: "This is really what I bought from the flower shop. The bouquet that Ruan Xue sent me was red roses, I gave it to a beggar."

  I recalled that it was a bouquet of red roses that Lu Yin Xue gave to him. I couldn't help but imagine the beggar receiving the roses and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  That night, I had another dream.

  In the dream, the street is long and fragrant with fallen flowers. Men wear changshan, women wear cheongsam, newspaper boys run wildly through streets and alleys, and rickshaws come and go on the street. A girl in a white dress stands in front of a tofu stall, her slender hands holding out a bowl of bean flower soup to the young man in front of her. The young man's smile is bright and clear, like high clouds.

  In my dream, I stood across the street, looking at their faces with clean and bright smiles, and couldn't help but curve up the corners of my lips.

  Everyone has a softest corner in their heart, hiding a fallen petal or a drop of dew.